Menorise; Saturday Sayings

"Truths and roses have thorns about them."

(Henry Thoreau)

Menootanaboot; again - final foray

At last, you are saying. She leaves the Hutch for one day and one day only and it takes six posts to share it! You're still here peeking, though. Thanks for tagging along!

I never did find the label for the wooden deer, so am happy to call them the Hindertwiglets. It just felt a bit surreal, given the stories being told here! (Next week is FFF time again, so a timely reminder, folks &*>)

There were still some items to view in the gardens (called 'woodlands' I've just been reminded by one of my own photographs...)

After that solo wander, I returned to the car and Mac1 drove us down to the beach to go scrumping for scallop shells. Scallops are plentiful in these parts and are hand harvested for the top restaurants in the cities (as well as local). These, though, would simply have been brought up by the tides. Gazillions of shells, mostly intact. Vertible treasure. I now have several and their stories will be told. Once we've left Hindertwig...

All the above happened on the 29th of May. On the 30th, after an easy morning and an early lunch, I departed again. Having parked the car at Portavadie, I had to leave the way I came. The Fudge would not stretch to this shot - it was provided by Mac2! I was back in the Hutch by three p.m. It had been a grand thirty hours away.

Now, here's the thing... I am actually away at the moment. All these posts were scheduled prior to leaving, for a week first with the father in Edinburgh, and then a sojourn Southwards, which you shall be reading about in due course. It will be a 'menoffagainorrhoea' type of event. You've been warned. Not yet though. It will have to wait till I am back.

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Menootanaboot; again - fifth viewing

We left off on Monday with me trundling down some steps - quite a few of them. At the bottom, there was an enormous gap from the rung to the hillside and I nearly came a cropper. Managing to remain upright, I then came down the last stretch to the flat walkway over the wetland bit. It didn't feel particularly secure, but it was better than wet feet. There came a gate and there, one entered the community gardens as had been promised some fifty feet above. Entering here was entering a small piece of heaven. Stillness, birds and insect sounds... a pond, lots of seats and picnic tables... AND... sculptures. All with names like, 

'Nature's Golden Spiral'

'Helix'

and 'Honey Hexagon'...
but then... THEN... THEN...
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What do you think, fans of the Hindertwiglets? Did I land in the place of imagination and discover
my Hill Bert and Low Sooz??!!!


Only one more day of this before moving on to whatever next insanity presents itself...